We went up 283 m and down 461 m
Dear reader, today I start my blog by saying we are puzzled. Everyday we read up the distances we are due to travel, I reset my GPS to zero and we walk, but when we get to our destination, according to the GPS we have invariably walked far more kms than we should. Take today for example the book said 26 km, yet the GPS said 33.8 km. Do any of our readers know why? Can GPS's be that far out, or can they suggest another reason for the discrepancies?
Anyway, back to the Blog. After the repast I reported on last night, we sat down and finished a nice bottle of rose we had picked up at the local shop. We then adjourned to the portacabin to sleep: the Norwegians had gone to bed at 8:30. We settled down but there was a lot of voices of people talking outside. The village is due to be "en fête" over the weekend and so the locals were getting ready as the sports hall we were attached to was the centre of operations. Apparently at gone 1:30 am there were voices and bangings in the kitchen, and when I got up at 5:30 and went out, there were cars outside and lights on in the main hall. When we went to breakfast at just after 7, we discovered what some of the banging in the kitchen was all about, as the fridge freezer had gone walkabout, along with it's contents of various pilgrims lunches, in it's place was a very dirty hole. One of the Frenchman went off and managed to recover the lunches, and the milk for our breakfast.
Our hope is that the good people of Pomps are not too tired after all their early morning fridge moving to enjoy their festivities!
We set off on our way again towards the Pyrenees, realising that we have less than 100 km to do to get to the boarder with Spain! The walking has changed again with rolling hills and ridge walking, including a ridge walk through the town of Arthrez-de-Bearn which is a very thin town and stretches for 2 km along a ridge. While we walked through, Paul the Swiss man we met last night, called us from a window to say he was staying for a couple of days to rest, which is probably what he needs with the schedule he has been following, which has been far tougher than ours.
A French Nuclear Power Station
We arrived at La Sauvelade our Eventual destination for the night, at 4:40. We have our own room in a very modern and clean Gite. At supper we sat down with 1 Swiss lady and four French people from Bordeaux. It turned out that one of the French women, had a pen friend in Wells next the Sea and last year visited Wells! It certainly is a small world.
Who knows how much smaller it will get before our trip ends.
On the Camino in France
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